Summary: Severus Snape had believed that, for him, life after the Dark Lord was an impossibility, that his death was not merely justice, but necessity. He has survived, though, and now he must learn to live his new, unexpected life, and to find something beyond the narrow existence to which he was once bound. A Snape-centric post-war fic.

A Death’s Dominion sequel, but may stand alone. Not DH-compliant. DH-disregarded. Rated M for overall content. Much of it is "T," but the ratings rise to MA later for a reason, hence the switch to an M-rating for the earlier chapters. Watch the individual chapter summaries and author’s notes for ratings, warnings, and the characters appearing in that chapter.

Part One finds Severus dealing with some very immediate and dangerous consequences of his final confrontation with the Dark Lord more than three months before.

Summary: Picks up mid-DH.
The torture at Malfoy Manor left Hermione in bad shape. Desperate, she put her life in the hands of a man she shouldn't trust, hoping that Albus Dumbledore was right after all.
Chapter One: Life as the Headmaster of Hogwarts

Summary: Twenty-one years after the war, Hermione Weasley sends her second child off to Hogwarts. Her husband suggests she take a class in her new-found spare time. That class might change her life forever.

Summary: Injured and exhausted after the battle, Severus conceals himself, only to be found by someone who is also running away… from her memories. Written for the grangersnape100 'hide & seek' challenge.

Summary: Archaeologist Hermione Granger has survived the Great War. She has a life, a career and friends who love her. She has also spent the last eleven years trying to locate something that she does not know she has lost. Could the answer to her restlessness be even further away than she thinks?
Nominated for Best Drama/Angst in the HP Fanfic Fan Poll Awards Fall/Winter 2013.

Summary: Severus often found himself staring deeply at his own reflection as if he were under some sort of spell. His own expression troubled him as it showed him that he was nothing more than a shell of the man he thought he would have become. Hollow, tired eyes looked at ashen skin, seeing the slight lines of strain and premature aging. He was only thirty-seven, but he felt stretched well beyond his years.